Waking up in the pouring rain wasn't the worst part. Looking around to find nothing you recognize wasn't the worst part. Hell, even the soul-sucking terror of lightning striking within your eyesight wasn't even the worst part. The worst part was calling out for help and no one hearing me. The worst part was putting my hands to my ears, shouting to be heard over the rain. The worst part was clawing at my own throat, desperate for it to make some kind of noise, But hearing nothing. - A Teamiplier, self-insert fanfiction. Some possible romance (Ethan), and also some mysterious tragedy 👀. I'm a sucker for tragic stories, RIP sorry.